My Dearest Mama
It's my 3rd day in my new home at the "Tea" thread and I find I am having the strangest dreams.
I awoke in a pool of sweat this morning and recounted that in my nightmare I was on a steam train heading for Hogwarts, but this was no Harry Potter film - myself and Nessa were having, shall we say a romantic encounter whilst in the background I could see an ice skating Britney Spears spanking Santa Claus with a table-tennis paddle - and everytime I closed my eyes and reopened them I was faced with the Grim Reaper holding a cake in the shape of a bottom and offering me a slice!
In the corridor of the train Roman soldiers were patrolling the exits whilst the train driver kept maniacally blowing the whistle with his hair in rollers whilst drinking tea and eating bacon rolls smeared in marmalade.
I have no idea what all this means however I will continue to keep a journal, perhaps Uncle Sigmund can shed some light on the matter. Tell Tilly I hope she does well in the horse trials and Freddy to score a 6 for me in the first 11.
Pip pip, your loving F.
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I can hear the faint sound of fireworks 20km away in Melbourne, but not a peep out of the neighbours this evening, thank heavens. It was more than I'd hoped for.
